cavalry-horse

Updated: June 2, 2025

I set the pace up that trail. It was a swinging, loose, cavalry-horse sort of pace the kind that rubs the blue off the distance and paints the back trail gray. Goodale was a sort of Mecca. I thought of it with something like a religious awe. How far was Goodale, would you suppose? Not far, certainly, once we found the railroad. We made the last steep climb breathlessly, and came out on the level.

John Gneisenau Neihardt - The River and I